Dean had played death a few too many times, pretty much had him wrapped around Deans finger. every reaper in hell knew about the winchesters, i mean it was hard not too being theyre the ones who’re constantly being risen from the dead. this didn’t set right with a lot of reapers, you being included

Dean was desperate, he was lost after being brought back from hell. he was confused & wanted answers so he figured he’d do what he did best, die

as he walks into the hospital & up to Doctor Robert’s room he thinks to himself that this is probably one of his worst ideas but who’s there to stop him?

he lays back on the table, feeling the cold liquid hit his veins from the iv. the only sound is the faint humming of the machine beeping rapidly as he flat lines

he appears over his body, he quickly turned around expecting to see Deaths familiar face but instead he was met with yours. he looks at you dumbfounded, how many times has he died & he’s never met you? he thinks to himself before realizing for Chucks sake you’re a reaper, there’s no way he could allow himself to think you were beautiful or let him imagine what i’d be like to kiss you, he’s snapped out of his thoughts as you finally speak

“Dean Winchester, to what do i owe the pleasure?”

you say with a mischievous smile on your lips